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ANITA'S TRIAL 



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CHARACTERS 

ANITA An Italian waif 

MRS. DEACON PIPPIN With an eye for business 

LURELLA ANN PIPPIN ) Daughters ( With a taste for yellow- 

\ of \ covered literature 

DOROTHY PIPPIN . . ) Mrs. Pippin (. . . Just in her kens 

AUNT MATILDA Everybody's aunt 

CLOVER WELLS Aunt Matilda's right hand 

ETHEL MANNING Ready for anything 

KATE FORTESCUE A bride of three months 

NAN FORTESCUE A victim of the camera 

MARY HYDE ) 

\ " Our athletes " 

HELEN JOY ) 

COSTUMES 

Anita — Italian peasant dress; handkerchief overhead; tambourine. 

Mrs. Pippin — Calico dress and sunbonnet. 

Dorothy— " " , " " 

LuRELLA Ann — Light print dress; some attempt at adornment. 

Aunt Matilda — Simple stuff dress ; cap and glasses. 

Clover, Ethel, etc. —Pretty camping costumes. 




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By Walter H. Baker & Co. 



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ANITA'S TRIAL. 



ACT I. 

Ca7nping-ground in a clearing of the woods. At back a 
rustic hut or "■ leaji-to^'''' the whole front open to audie?ice. 
One side, a small tent. Enter, L., Mary and Helen, 
carrying kettles, fishi}ig-poles, paddles, blankets, etc. 

Mary. How natural it all looks ! 

Helen. Yes, not a leaf altered ! 

Mary. The old lean-to almost as c;ood as ever. {They 
stand paddles and fshing-poles against lean-to, and throw 
down rest of loads. ^ 

Hel. Those might be the very violets we picked last 
year ! 

Mary. And these the very eggshells we scattered, 

Hel. And here are some old tomato cans ! Come, let's 
toss them into the lake, so as not to offend Clover's artistic 
eye ! What will you give me if I hit the old willow ? (^Ainis 
can^ 

Mary. What, Kate's willow? The fatal willow? 

Hel. {throwing can off stage, l.). There ! How's that? 

Mary. I'll go you one better. {Takes deliberate aim, 
right arm raised.^ 

{Eiiter Nan, l., with camera.^ 

Nan. I just dodged a tomato can on its hurried way to 
the lake. Oh, do just keep that position a moment, Mary ; 
it's awfully suggestive. {Sets up camera.) 

Mary. Well, be quick about it. 

(if;//*?;- Aunt Matilda, l., with cap-bag, leaiiing on arm 
of Clover, who carries parasol over Aunt IVIatilda's 
head.) 

Clover. Well, here we are. {Closes parasol.) How 
secluded the place is ! You'd never dream the highroad to 
the city ran so close. 

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4 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Mary and Hel. Safe and sound, Aunt Matilda ? 

Nan. Oh, do be still just a minute, Mary ! 

Aunt M. {panting). Wait till I get my breath. Thank 
you, dear, thank you. 

Clo. Where's Aunt Matilda's rocking-chair ? Ethel 
started with it. 

Hel. Ethel hasn't turned up yet. Will you try a stump 
till it appears. Aunt Matilda } 

Aunt M. Why, of course. I could get along with stumps 
as well as any of you. 

(Clover hangs Aunt M.'s bo7inet on brajtch. Aunt M. 
puts 071 cap with Clover's help^ 

Nan. There — all right, Mary ! You can move now. 

Mary. Thanks, so much. {Throws can.) 

Hel. You didn't begin to hit the old willow as squarely as 
I did. 

Mary. All Nan's fault. My arm was simply paralyzed. 
{Rubs ar?n.) Come on, Helen, let's get some fresh pine 
boughs to lie on. 

{Enter Ethel, l., with 7-oc king-chair upside down on 
head. Exeimt HeleN a7id Mary,'r.) 

Clo. Oh, there's the chair and Ethel! {Takes it and 
carries it to Aunt M.) 

Ethel. It might be more polite to say, there's Ethel and 
the chair. 

Nan. Where's Kate ? 

Aunt M. Yes, where is the dear child? Whatever 
should we say to Harry if anything should happen to Kate ? 

Nan. Poor Harry ! 

Aunt M. The last thing before he left, he drew me aside, 
and, with tears in his eyes, "Aunt Matilda," he said, " Kate 
and I have been married three months now, and the thought 
of having to leave her for twenty-four hours is almost unen- 
durable." 

Nan. Poor boy ! 

Ethel. I hope he'll survive it. 

Aunt M. "And I want you to promise me, Aunt Matil- 
da," the dear boy said, "that you will take especial care of 
Kate, because you know Kate is not like other girls." {Ge7t- 
eral laughter.^ 

Nan. Oh, Kate will turn up all right. 

Aunt M. Where's my knitting basket ? Oh, here. 
{Co7)i7ne7tces to k7iit a7id 7'ock back a7id forth.^ 



ANITA S TRIAL. 5 

Clo. {kneeling down by Aunt M.). How homelike you 
make things look, Aunt Matilda ? 

Ethel. Here's Kate. 

{Enter Kate, l.) 

Kate {pensi7'ely). The very violets he used to pick for me. 

Ethel {presenting efnpty sardine box). And the self- 
same sardine box he last emptied. 

Kate. Oh, how can you ! 

Ethel. It's highly improper to desert us, little chaper- 
on. You must remember you are the only married woman 
in camp. 

Nan. Yes, and Aunt Matilda has been so giddy. 

Aunt M. Girls, girls ! 

Clo. {jumping tip). Come, girls, let's get Aunt Matilda's 
tent ready. 

{Enter Mary a7td Helen, r., with arnifnl of pine 
boughs., which they spread in lean-to.) 

Ethel. Where's Aunt Matilda's mattress ? 

Hel. Dumped right down on the mossy bank, where 
Kate and Harry — 

Kate. Oh, how could you! {Exeunt Kate, Clover, 
Ethel, and Nan, l.) 

Mary, I say, Helen, let's go trouting ! 

Hel. All right ! Good-by, Aunt Matilda. 

Mary. Good-by. 

Aunt M. Good-by, girls. Now promise me not to go 
and get drowned, or wet your feet, or — {Exeunt Mary 
^«^ Helen, l., with poles.) If I get safe home with these 
wild girls, I shall thank my stars. 

{Enter Clover and Kate, l., with mattress.) 

Clo. Here's your bed, Aunt Matilda. 

Aunt M. As if I couldn't have slept on pine needles, like 
the rest of you. 

(Clover atid Kate enter tent with mattress. Enter 
Ethel and Nan, l., rumiing.) 

Ethel. A bear ! a bear ! 

Nan. Run for the tent, Aunt Matilda. 

Aunt M. Where — where! {They hurry kw^^i: l\. itito 
tent.) 

Nan {peeping through tent flap). Oh, if I only had my 
camera ! 

Ethel {peeping through). Yes, you may never have 
another chance of asking a bear to sit for you. 



O ANITA S TRIAL. 

Aunt M. {peeping through). Oh, if he'd only be content 
to sit ! But do see that Httle girl ! 

{Enter Anita, l,, laughing.) 

Anita. Ze bear not bite, ladies. 

Aunt M. Come in> come in, my dear, or you will be 
eaten up. 

Anita. Ze bear not bite, ladies. He is a good bear. 
My farzer lead him by a chain. Have no fear, ladies ! 

Ethel {slipping out). It's all right. Aunt Matilda. 
(Nan slips out, then Clover and Kate.) 

Aunt M. Come back, Kate ! How shall I ever have the 
face to break it to Harry that I let you be devoured by a 
bear ! 

Clo. {to Anita). A tame bear, you say .-^ 

Ethel Does he dance } 

Kate. Where do you come from ? 

Nan. Just keep that position two minutes. {Runs to 
camera.) 

Aunt M. Girls, if you don't come back this minute, I'll 
take you right home. 

Anita. My farzer, he and I travels wis ze bear. Ze bear 
dance. Ze road to ze city lead by zese forests. We is weary. 
We walk little way in ze cool shade. 

Clo. The poor child does look half exhausted. 

Aunt M. {venturing out a little way). Let her sit down 
in my rocking-chair. 

Clo. What is your name ? 

Anita. Anita. I go bring ze bear and he dance for ze 
ladies. 

Aunt M. {retreating to tent). No — no — no ! 

Clo. The bear had best stay where he is. 

Nan (/;/ despair). If you'd only keep still a moment. 

Ethel. I wish you'd dance for us. 

Kate. Oh, do ! 

Anita. If ze ladies wish. {Raises tambourine., strikes 
ity lets it fall., and sinks to ground.) 

Clo. {kneeling). She's fainted ! 

Ethel, Water! {Rushes off, -l.) 

Nan. Hot bottles ! {Rushes wildly about.) 

Kate. Here are my salts. Harry would make me bring 
them. 

Aunt M. {joining group). Rub her hands — loosen her 
dress. 



ANITA S TRIAL. J 

Anita {recovering). It is noziiig. I have fatigue — hun- 
ger — my foot — 

Clo. {holding Anita's head). Quick, Kate, the brandy 
flask, out of the lunch basket. 

Ethel {running in, l.). I filled my hat, but it's all leak- 
ing through. 

Clo. She's better. {Takes milk from I^kt'E..) 

Anita {drinks). You so kind — so beautiful. 

Aunt M. Oh, there's that dreadful bear man coming with 
the bear. 

Ethel. Ill tell him to keep his distance. {Exit, l.) 

Clo. Come, he down a little while, and then I'll bind up 
your poor foot. {Leads Anita to lean-to., and places her on 
shawls.) 

Aunt M. After all, we should run much less risk of 
meeting wild animals if we weren't so near the highroad. 
{Enter Ethel, l.) 

Nan. This camp has all the modern conveniences. 

Ethel. A farmhouse on one side — 

Kate. A meeting-house on the other — 

Ethel. And bears and dancing girls promenading by our 
front door. 

{Enter Dorothy, r., out of breath.) 

Dor. Be you the city folks ? 

Ethel. As if our dresses didn't proclaim us straight 
from New York. 

Dor. They's some telygrams for you. 

Kate. Telegrams? Oh, dear, Harry's ill — I know he's 
ill. Where are they ? 

Aunt M. Yes, where ! 

Kate. I know it's typhoid ! He looked so pale when he 
kissed me good-by. Where's my hat .^ Who's got a time- 
table ? How far is it to the station ? 

Dor. Mother, she's got the telygrams. They's three. 
{Enter Mrs. Deacon Pippin, r.) 

Aunt M. and Girls. The telegrams ! Give us the tele- 
grams ! 

Mrs. p. {looking round leisurely). 'Tain't so dreftul on- 
sightly round here, is it, now ? 

Kate. My telegram ! Quick ! Oh, Harry, Harry, why 
did I ever leave you ! 

Mrs. p. Oh, your telygraph ! Which be you? Clover 
or Matildy ? {Reads.) " Miss C-1-o-v-e-r " -—'well, Clover ! 
that's a queer name. Be you Clover : 



8 Anita's trial. 

Nan. Here, Clover. {Snatches paper and tosses it to 
Clover.) 

Mrs. p. Seems to be in kind of a hurry. {Reads.) 
" Miss Matilda Reeves." Be you Matildy ? 

Ethel {snatching paper). Here, Aunt Matilda, 

Kate. Oh, hurry ! 

Mrs. p. There ain't nothin' here for you. The other 
one's for a merried female. 

Kate. Then, of course, it's for me. I'm the only mar- 
ried woman here. 

Mrs. p. {raising her hands). Don't tell me you're merried .'' 
(Kate, seising envelope, steps aside to read it, and bursts 
into tears.) Wal, I want to know! {To Nan.) Do tell if 
that little runt's merried ? 

Nan. To be sure, she is. 

Mrs. p. Wal, I want to know ! She's so slim round, I 
was just a-goin' to say I mistrusted her mother'd never raise 
her. 

Clo. {lays shawl under Anita's head, and goes to Kate). 
What is it, dear "^ (Kate throws arms round Clover and 
sobs.) 

Aunt M. Just think ! Frank says, " Can't come till 
Thursday. Detained by business." 

Ethel. What a fraud ! 

Aunt M. What is it, Kate, -^ typhoid ? 

Kate {coining forward). No — it's not typhoid. 

Ethel. Scarlet fever .^ 

Kate {weeping). No — 

Aunt M. Nor smallpox ? 

Kate. No — not smallpox — but it's almost as bad. 

Aunt M. Mercy, child — what is it .? Not brain fever ? 

Kate. He says — he's detained. Can't join us for sev- 
eral days. 

Ethel. That's not a fatal illness, Kate ! 

Nan. No, there are cases on record where they have 
survived it. 
" Kate. You are awfully unfeeling. {Throws anns round 
Clover.) You won't laugh at me, will you, Clover ? 

Clo. {petting her). Poor little puss ! But only think, 
Fred telegraphed just the same — he's detained, too. 

Ethel. Then we haven't one solitary man. 

Nan. And each of the boys thinks he is the only one 
detained. 



ANITA S TRIAL. 9 

Aunt M. What shall we do ? We can never stay here 
without a man. 

Mrs. p. {who has bee7i peet^ing mto things, coming for- 
ward ; aside). Dorothy, it's money in our pockets to keep 
them city folks here. 

Dor. Why .? 

Mrs. p. Why, you silly child ! They'll be for buyin' 
milk, cream, and eggs the hull time. City folks don't make 
no more of drinkin' a glass of cream than you would of 
eatin' a slice of mince pie. {Aloud.) Look here — don't 
you be a mite bothered 'bout stayin' on. 

Kate. But we can't without a man. 

Mrs. p. Deacon Pippin and one of the boys '11 come 
down and look after you, lievs as not. 

Aunt M. Deacon Pippin ! 

Mrs. p. Thet's my husband. A church member in 
good reg'lar standin', and a deacon these twenty years. 

Aunt M. You were not living here last year. 

Mrs. p. No, we moved in in the fall. Now, the deacon, 
he likes nothin' better than sleepin' out-of-doors. I often 
tell him, " Deacon, says I, if you wasn't a church member, and 
a professor of religion, I b'lieve you'd ruther spend a mornin' 
in the woods any Sabbath than a-noddin' in your pew to the 
meetin'." 

Aunt M. I am sure you are very kind. We'll think it 
over. 

Clo. Well, let's have something to eat any way. Who'll 
start a fire ? 

Nan. Let me. 

Dor. Let me help. 

Nan. I speak to scramble the eggs. 

{Exeunt Nan, Kate, rt;/^^ Dorothy, r.) 

Mrs. p. There ain't a mounting about here but the dea- 
con'Il tell you its name. I was saying to him only this 
mornin', " Deacon," says I, " any one'd think, to hear you 
talk, you'd been born and raised to the city, you kinder know 
so much 'bout trees, and posies, and mountings." 

Aunt M. Gracious, what a smoke ! 

Mrs. p. Ef them gels don't set the woods afire — {Ex- 
eunt Aunt M. and Mrs. P., r.) 

Ethel {to Clover). Now, what is it.'' 

Clo. What's what t 

Ethel. You had bad news in your telegram. 



10 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Clo. What makes you think so ? 

Ethel. I read it in your face. 

Clo. Ethel — something terrible has happened. 

Ethel. What ! 

Clo. I only read part of my telegram aloud. Fred says 
{reads), "The National Insurance Bank robbed last night." 

Ethel. Harry's bank! 

Clo. And then, oh, Ethel, listen. " Fortescue arrested 
on suspicion of connivance. We shall clear him in a day or 
two." 

Ethel. Clover ! 

Clo. {readi7ig). " Don't tell Kate or Nan. Stay where 
you are." 

Ethel. Harry arrested ! 

Clo. Poor, poor Kate ! 

Ethel. Harry arrested ! 

Clo. Harry, of all men, so upright, so honorable ! 

Ethel. Just three months married ! 

Clo. Poor little Kate ! 

Ethel. Surely, Nan should be told — his ov^^n sister ! 

Clo. No, she would be for flying to town, and Kate must 
not hear a w^ord till he's cleared. 

Ethel. Till he's cleared ! The idea of its being neces- 
sary to clear Harry, the loveliest, the dearest — {Begins to 
cry.) 

Clo. Oh, Ethel, don't! If you give way, what is to be- 
come of us 1 

Ethel. There — I won't — but — I — but Harry, of all 
men ! 

Clo. Ethel, nobody here knows of this but you and me. 
I depend on you to be your old bright self, and — 

Ethel. I seem to — to — be — regarded — in the light of 
a clown. 

Clo. I, of all people, Ethel, ought to know your tender 
and loving side. {Tuj-ns head away.) That hard time I 
went through — 

Ethel. Clover, have you ever heard from Mr. Hamilton 
since ? 

Clo. Never. 

Ethel. You never told him it was for your father's sake 
you refused him? That you could not leave your father — 
dared not form new ties — your poor father depending on 
you as he did for every breath. You never told him this } 



ANITA S TRIAL. 1 1 

Clo. No. 

Ethel. And now your father is dead — 

Clo. It is all over. 

Ethel. I am sure he must love you still. 

Clo. No — he has forgotten me. 

Ethel. And you — you do not find it so easy to forget? 
Dear Clover ! 

Clo. Come, this will never do. And I was just insisting 
on your being gay. I wish I had your power of making peo- 
ple laugh. 

Ethel. Ho! for my cap and bells! {Exetmt Clover 
and Ethkl, r.) 

{Enter Mrs. Pippin, r.) 

Mrs. p. {picking up telegram). Sakes alive, that must 
have cost a mint o' money. Telygraphs is public property, 
I've alwus heard. (Reads.) " Darling Kate, detained by 
business. Cannot join you for several days." Now, I'd like 
to know what his business is. " Promise not to wet your 
feet, or row on the lake, or thrust your hand down the hollow 
willow." Holler wilier — thet's kinder queer! Must be 
pretty important to put it in a telegraph. I wonder, now, 
which of them trees is a wilier. 

{Efiter Kate, r., searching ground.) 

Kate. My telegram. I dropped it Oh — [Perceiving 
Mrs. p.) You're reading it. {Seizes telegram, and exit, R.) 

Mrs. p. I hadn't more'n half finished it. Never mind. 
I'll ask the postmistress ! Holler wilier ! Well, city folks is 
kinder queer, any ways. You'd think they'd a-lost their senses, 
comin' and sleepin' on the cold ground, when they might hev 
a mattress under 'em to hum. 

{Enter Aunt M. and Clover, r.) 

Clo. We have decided to accept your kind offer, Mrs. 
Pippin. 

Mrs. p. You ain't in want of eggs, or cream, or nothin' ? 
Eggs is — {Enter, R., Lurella, reading, and Dorothy.) 
Eggs is — let's see : seein' it's you, I'll let you hev eggs for 
twenty cents a dozen. 

Dor. Why, mother, eggs is sellin' — 

Mrs. p. Dorothy, you go see them gals don't set the 
woods afire. {Exit Dorothy, r.) This is my other dar- 
ter — Lureller Ann. Put up your book, Lureller Ann, and 
speak to the folks. 

LuR. {limply'). How are you ? 



12 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Mrs. p. She's allers for readin'. Many Lureller Anns 
your way ? 

Clo. I never met a Lurella Ann before. 

Mrs. p. I want ter know ! Lureller Ann — there, she's 
readin' again ! 

Clo. She's a sweet-looking girl. 

Mrs. p. Y-es, there ain't nothin' 'xactly vicious *bout 
Lureller Ann. 

Clo. And Dorothy is such a helpful, unselfish little 
body. 

Mrs. p. Wal — y-as. Dorothy, she ain't no ho-og. 

Aunt M. Couldn't you let Dorothy stay with us, and 
help the girls with the cooking? 

Lur. {coming forward^ eagerly), I'd kinder like to stay. 

Mrs. p. I dunno but what I could spare Lureller Ann. 

Lur. Do let me stay. 

Clo. Certainly, if you wish. 

Mrs. p. You'll hev to fly round lively if you stay, Lurel- 
ler Ann. {To Clo.) What's thet tree, now .? 

Clo. a white pine. 

Mrs. p. And thet speckled one? 

Clo. Why, a birch. 

Mrs. p. Ain't any holler willers round here, is there ? 

Clo. Oh, yes, that old hollow willow down by the lake — 

Mrs. p. Holler? 

Clo. Yes. Mr. Fortescue used to use it last year for a 
post-office. 

Mrs. p. Mr. Fortescue? 

Clo. Yes, Kate's husband. 

Mrs. p. Kate's husband — h'm — post-office — h'm — 
willers and pines and birches. Lor' ! if that ain't just like 
city folks. I call 'em all trees. Wal, I s'pose if me and 
Lureller Ann 'd go to the city, we'd look just as queer and 
orkerd gawkin' round at the shops and meetin'-houses. {To 
ApNT M.) Don't object to hermits, do you ? 

Aunt M. Hermits ? 

Mrs. p. They's ben a hermit livin' round here fer a fort- 
night. 

Clo. a hermit ? 

Mrs. p. Lives in an old maple-sugar shanty, 'bout half a 
mile off. 

Aunt M. I've always wanted to make the acquaintance of 
a hermit. 



Anita's trial. h^ 

Mrs. p. He's mighty shy. 

(^Enter Ethel and Kate, r., with dishes^ 

Ethel. What's all this talk about hermits > 

Clo. There's a hermit in the neighborhood! 

Ethel. Oh, what fun ! {Enter Nan, r.) Nan, only think 
— we've a live hermit on the premises ! 

Nan. {ruiming to ca7?terd). Where? I'll get him to sit 
for me! 

Ethel. You'd better get the table " sot " first. 
(Kate sets table.) 

Mrs. p. {to Nan). What do you ask for takin' a btiddy's 
pictur' ? 

Nan. a little patience. 

Ethel. Why, Mrs. Pippin, I'd give Nan five dollars any 
day not to take mine. 

Mrs. p. Earns your livin' by takin' pictur's ? 

Nan. No — I let my father earn my living. 

Ethel. Don't you believe her, Mrs. Pippin. Nan eirhs 
her living in the most piratical way. 

Mrs. p. I want ter know ! 

Ethel. No sooner does she meet with a likely subject — 
like me, for instance — than she aims her camera and cries, 
*' Money or your photo ! " And we're glad to buy her off ^t 
any price. 

Mrs. p. {looking Ethel ove?-'). I guess words was cheap 
where you was raised. 

Nan {r7inning to camera). Ethel sat upon ! Let hie seize 
her in this abject attitude ! 

Ethel {imabashed). Cheaper than your eggs, Mrs. PipJ- 
pin. Fifteen cents is the market price. 

Nan {groaning). Lost my chance! She's risen to the 
occasion, like a trout to the fly. 

Mrs. p. Ef Pd my good clothes on, I wouldn't mind 
bein' tuk myself. 

Nan. Oh, youVe just right as you are, Mrs. Pij)pin. 
{Adjusts caniera.) 

Mrs. p. Not in this sun-bunnet. 

Nan. Tip your bonnet back. Yes, so — (Mrs. P. 
stands straight as a ramrod.^ with rigid expression.) Cah't 
you smile a little ? Yes, that's better. Now, your head a 
trifle to one side. Fix your eyes on Bear Mountain. 

Mrs. p. Which of 'em is Bear Mounting 1 

Ethel {pointiftg). Qv^r there. 



14 Anita^s trial. 

Mrs. p. Oh, that one that's sot up kinder peaked? 
{Stares with fixed S7nile.') 

Nan. Don't stand so stiffly. One foot out a little, and 
one hand carelessly resting on your hip. (Mrs. P, strikes 
an nngainly attitude^ No, more natural ! the other foot ! 
No — not that way ! Oh, Ethel, can't you pose her ? 

Ethel {adjusting Mrs. P.). I think about $3.75 would 
buy Nan off. There — 

Mrs. p. Pokes me round as ef I was a jointed doll baby. 
Dorothy ! Dorothy ! 
• DoR; {j'unning in, r.). Yes'm. 

Mrs. p. I want you should take notice how I do it, so's 
you'll know when it's your turn. 

Dor. Hurt much 1 
■ Aunt M. Oh, there's that dreadful bear man coming 
towards us ! 

Ethel. I'll head him off! {Exeunt Ethel and Doro- 
thy, L.)' 
" Anita {rising). I must go. 

Clo. Your poor foot! You are not fit to walk to the 
city. {Enter Ethel, l.) 

Ethel. He wants his daughter. {To Clover.) How 
do I play the clown ? 

Clo. Splendidly. 

Anita. I come. Farewell — you all so kind and good. 
{Limps.) 

Aunt M. The child isn't fit to go. Stay here, dear. 
You say your father expects to come back the same way in a 
few days. You shall stay with us till he returns. 

.Mrs. p. I can't grin another minute ! {Relaxes atti- 
tude. Exit Clover, l.) 

Nan. All right. 

Mrs. p. {drawing Aunt M. front). You surely ain't goin' 
to let a thievin' gypsy tramp stay here along witli your gals ! 
■Aunt M. She's a mere child. 

■Mrs. p. There was a gypsy lady round here last sprirg, 
no bigger'n her, that would steal the very eggs from under 
the hens, and the hens never a suspicion what was goin' on 
under 'em. 

{Enter Clover, l.) 

Clo. It's all right, Anita. You are to stay. 

Anita. Thanks — a thousand thanks ! {Kisses Clo.'s 
hand.) I go say farwell to my farzer. {Exit, L.) 



ANITAS TRIAL. t$ 

Mrs. p. Kissed her hand ! What heathen doin's ! I 
don't b'heve she's ever ben to prayer meetin' in her hull 
life. Now, Lureller Ann was raised on prayer meetin's. 

Ethel {lookiiif^ off stage, l.). She's kissing the bear, 
too. 

Mrs. p. There'll no good come of it — mark my words ! 
{Enter Anita, l.) Little girl, have you ever ben to prayer 
meetin' ? 

Anita. Prayer meetin' ? 

Clo. (^putting ar;n around Anita). Church, my dear. 
You have been to church ? 

Anita {brighte7iing). Church ? Ze mass ? Surely. 
(^Kisses rosary rojtnd neck.) 

Mrs. p. A-kissin' them beads ! 

Clo. Anita is a little Italian girl, and a good Catholic. 

Mks.V. {shaking head). Them Italics will do anything. 
Lureller Ann, don't you hev anything to do with that Itahc 
gypsy. (Anita retires back and helps girls. Mrs. P. 
investigates tent.) 

Clo. {looking at LuR.'s book). " The Fatal Marriage, or 
Earl Beauchamp's Curse." , 

LuR. It's real excitin'. 

Clo. {aside). I should like to throw all such stuff into the 
lake. 

Ethel {beating tin pail). Dinner ! dinner ! 

Clo. Won't you stay and dine with us, Mrs. Pippin ? 

Mrs. p. Wal, I dunno but what I do feel a kinder peck- 
ish. 

Aunt M. Sit here. {Enter Yio-R., h. Shouting heard ^aj^ 
a distance.) A. .,1:1 htH 

Nan, That must be Helen and Mary. : ^ •,! T 

{Enter Helen and Mary, l., with fish-poles and fish.) 

Ethel. What beauties ! 

Mary. We're dying of hunger. {Aside to Nan.) Who 
are all these people ? 

Nan. Mrs. Pippin, let me introduce our champion ath- 
letes. 

Mrs. p. Pleased to meet you, Miss Athlete. 

Nan. Miss Lurella Ann Pippin — Miss Dorothy — Miss 
Anita, from Italy. 

(LuR. and DoR. nod. Anita rises and courtesies^ 

Anita. It makes me pleasure to greet more of ze kind 
ladies. (Helen and Mary sit down.) 



i6 Anita's trial. 

Mrs. p. {aside to Aunt M.). Such heathen ways! You'd 
never see Lureller Ann duckin' and kissin' folks' hands. 

Clo. Kate, you are not eating a morsel, 

Kate. How can I ? This is the first meal — away — 
from — {Sobs.') 

Ethel. If you don't eat, you'll lose your red lips. 

Nan. And your dimples. 

Kate. Oh, do you think so ? 

Ethel. And Harry won't care for you any more. 

Kate. I will take a little bread and some canned tongue. 

Ethel. A sardine ! 

Nan. Pickles ! 

Mary. Crackers ! 

Hel. Doughnuts ! 

Kate. Thanks ! thanks ! {They heap plate.) 

Ethel. Come, Aunt Matilda, you are not just married. 

Clo. Yes — haven't you any appetite, either ? 

Nan. Having scrambled the eggs myself, I take your 
abstinence as personal. 

Aunt M. {sighing^ fork in hand). No, dear, the eggs are 
very nice — it isn't that ^— but I can't help thinking of that 
poor hermit. 

Ethel and Nan. The hermit ? 

{A low whistle heard without?) 

Ethel, Nan, and Kate. Why! What's that? 

LuR. {hastily). That's only a bird. 

Hel. {rising). A bird ! What species, Lurella ? 

LuR. Oh, I wouldn't try to follow it. It's a shy kind of 
bird. 

Ethel. A thrush ? 

LuR. I guess they calls 'em thrushes. 

Hel. a hermit thrush ? 

LuR. I shouldn't wonder. (Helen sits down again.) 

Mrs. p. The deacon'd tell you quick as winkin'. 

Ethel {to Nan). Nan, I wish you'd take your foot out 
bf my plate. 

Nan. Chuck me a doughnut, some one. 

Mrs. p. {to Aunt M.). They ain't backward in eatin'. 
Makes me think of a church conference. Them pious 
always eats powerful. 

Dor. You'd oughter do what mother does. 

Aunt M. What's that .? 

Dor. Why, when she takes summer boarders, she gives 



ANITA S TRIAL. \J 

'em a slice of pie all round before meals. She says there 
ain't nothin' like pie for takin' off the edge of a buddy's 
appetite. 

Mrs. p. {severely). Dorothy, I want you should go 
right hum and go to churnin'. 

Dor. {aggrieved). I was hevin' such a good time! 
{Whistle again.) 

Hel. {jumping up). I must find that hermit thrush. 

LuR. {jziniping up). It's awful shy ! 

Hel. It's this way. {Goes to R.) 

LuR. No, this. {Goes to l.) 

Hel. I'm sure it's this way ! 

LuR. No, this ! {Pulls Helen left. E.ve?int.) 

Mrs. p. I never saw Lureller Ann so struck with a bird 
before. 

Ethel. Come, let's finish up with one of our old camp 
songs. Let your churning wait a few minutes, Dorothy. 
{Chorus: air, " Comrades, Fill the Flowing Bowl.'') 

CAMPING CHORUS. 

Gather we at fall of night, 

Round the flaming fire ; 
Moon-eyed owlets, in affright, 

Flee the blazing pyre. 
Laughs the loon along the lake, 
Pipes the frog from out the brake, 
Coils the red flames' forked snake, 

Higher, ever higher. 

Forest, grant us of thy best 

For our hungry fire. 
Pine tree, stoop thy towering crest, 

This thy funeral pyre. 
Sulks the frighted owl apart, 
Glows the back-log's generous heart, 
To the stars the bright sparks dart, 

Higher, ever higher. 

{Enter Helen and Lur., l.) 
Hel. We couldn't find the hermit thrush. 
Nan. No, naturally not, with Ethel screaming " Higher, 
ever higher," at the top of her lungs. 



1 8 Anita's trial. 

Ethel. Yes, dear, he mistook my voice for a nightin- 
gale's, and drowned himself for sheer envy. 

Mrs. p. (rising). Wal, we must be goin'. 

Aunt M. I'll walk along a little piece. 

{Exeu?itj K., Mrs. P., Dor., a?id Aunt M., and Helen, 
Nan, and Kate clear fable.) 

Nan. Can you tell fortunes. Anita? 

Anita, Surely. {Picks leaves, and begins to weave 
wreath.) 

Ethel. How do you tell them ? 

Anita. By cards — by ze hands — 

Lur. Cards are awful wicked. I wouldn't let nobody 
tell my fortune by cards. 

Anita. I know many ozer ways. 

Lur. I'd kinder like to hev my fortune told. 

Anita {turning to Clo.). Ze wreath is for you. {Puts it 
on Clo.) Your fortune I read not in cards, or ze lines of 
your hands. I ask ze flowers and ze stars. {Leads Clo. to 
centre of stage, and makes her kneel. Waves the others 
aside, takes tainbojirine, strikes it, holds it aloft, and circles 
slowly around Clo. Then flits about stage, stooping now 
and then as if to pluck a flower. Comes to standstill behind 
Clo. Ptits down tambowine, and holds up flowers.) Be- 
hold a daisy, a violet, and a blossom of red clover ! {Sings 
or recites following verses. Air, ''A Millwheel ceaseless 
turneth.^'') 

No seer is the daisy — {Throws daisy aside.) 

For all her golden eyes ; 
The violet's too hazy {Throws violet aside.) 
With dew to read the skies. 

But I have asked the clover, {Holds up clover.) 

With mystic symbol three ; 
She asks that belted rover, 

The wandering wild-bee. 

The wild-bee asks the swallow, 

That flies so swift and far, 
No mortal eye can follow ; 

The swallow asks a star. 

(Anita betids head to clover, as if listening. Places clo- 
ver in tambourine, and holds it aloft, circling with meas- 
ured tread about Clo . Pauses behind her.) 



ANITA S TRIAL. I9 

Anita. Ze clover, she asks ze bee ; ze bee, he ask ze 
swallow ; ze swallow, he ask ze star, and each brings back 
ze answer — love. Love is yours, oh, signorina. Love of 
rich and poor, of young and old ; of ze happy, and of ze sad 
and forsaken. {^Drops on one knee, and kisses Clo.'s hatid. 
Clo. piits Jloiver in belt.^ 

Ethel and Nan. Oh, how pretty, Anita ! 

Kate. And it's all true. Every one loves Clover. 

Mary. Yes, every one ! {They cluster rou7id Clo., and 
kiss /ler.) 

Ethel {aside to Clo.). Trust the Httle prophet, Clover. 

LuR. {taking wreath from Clo.'s head, and placing it on 
her 07un.). Now, tell my fortune ! 

Anita {snatching wreath). Zat wrease is not for you. 

LuR. Mother told me not to hev anything to do with 
you. 

Clo. Why, Anita ! 

Anita. Your wrease ! She to put it on — your wrease ! 

Clo. She wants you to tell her her fortune. 

Anita. Ze leaves and ze flowers and ze stars zey know 
nozing of her. 

Clo. {draiuing Anita aside). You have hurt Lurella's 
feelings. 

Anita. You love her ? 

Clo. I am sorry for her, and she is always so sweet and 
gentle. 

Anita. If you love her — if you wish it. {Goes to Lur.) 
Give me your hand. 

Lur. You needn't hev ben so cross. 

Anita {studying Lur.'s hand). Here runs your life — 
quiet like a meadow brook — few lines cross it — here is one 
zat meets — ah — what ! Zat line — sat line in your hand ! 
{Looks at her own hand.) See ! ze same as mine ! Look ! 
No, you not understand. But zat line ! Zare is danger in 
zat line ! {Girls cluster round.) 

Lur. You heven't told me when I am to be married. 

Anita. Zis danger — it is a great danger — I know not 
what, but if it pass, your life goes on quiet and smooth to ze 
end. 

Lur. Heroines in novels never hev quiet lives. 

Clo. You foohsh girls, to get so excited. You know it's 
nothing but nonsense, any way. 

Nan. Who taught you to tell fortunes, Anita ? 



20 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Anita. A zingara ; what you call gypsy. 

Ethel. But you are not a gypsy ? 

Anita. No, but when I tell ze people zere fortunes, I say 
zat. 

LuR. {severely). Then, that's a lie ! 

Anita (angrily'). And you — you never tell a lie ? 

LuR. {drawing herself up). I tell a lie .'' My father is a 
d-eacon, in good reg'lar standing! 

Curtain. 



ACT II. 

Scene. — The same. Clo. sketching down., l. Anita, c, 
posing., leaning against hut., tambourine ttegligejitly in 
hand. Kate up l., reading aloud to LuR. ; Mary and 
Hel. down R., playing jack-stones. Nan at camera, up R. 

Kate {reading). "And so the bold robber baron swung 
the lovely peasant maiden on his coal-black steed, and bore 
her to his palatial castle, and, as the wide portals swung 
open, a hundred retainers cried, ' Long live the beautiful 
Baroness of Eagle Crag.' " {Yawns ; throws down tiovel.) 
There's your book, Lurella. 

LuR. It's real excitin', ain't it .-* I kinder like that robber 
baron, for all he was so wicked. 

Nan. Come, let's get some pails, and go berrying. 

Mary. All right. {Exeunt Nan, Hel., Mary, and 
LuR., L. Enter Ethel, r. Goes to Clo., and talks in low 
voice ^ 

Clo. {aside to Ethel). Nothing at the post-office ? 

Ethel. Not a line. 

Clo. We surely must hear something soon. 

Ethel. Clover, if we don't, I will run up to town, 

Clo. No, Ethel ; for Kate's sake, we must stay quietly 
here. 

Ethel. Poor little Kate ! (Kate comes forward) 

Kate. What are you two whispering about.? 

Ethel {hissing Kate, and putting arm about her). 
" And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst. 
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom." 



ANITA S TRIAL. 21 

Kate. Why, there are tears in your eyes, Ethel ! 

Ethel. No, really ? Like dewdrops on a violet — 

Kate. What troubles you, dear ? 

Ethel. Promise never to breathe it. 

Kate. Never. {They go k.) 

Ethel {whispering). I just stole a pickled gherkin, and 
didn't it draw my mouth up ! 

Kate. Oh, Ethel, I hoped this time you were in earnest. 
Harry says men like sensibility in women. But oh, Ethel, 
isn't it too bad ? 

Ethel. What ? 

Kate. Why, the old hollow willow, you know, where 
Harry and I used to hide our notes to each other last year — 

Ethel. The old love-letter post-office ? 

Kate. Yes. Well, 'Harry told me to be sure not to poke 
my hand down the hole this year. 

Ethel. What a deprivation ! 

Kate. Yes, isn't it ! Because you know there might be 
an old letter hidden there. 

Ethel. And why does Harry object ? 

Kate. On account of owls ! 

Ethel. Owls ! 

Kate. Yes ; he said it was just a place where owls might 
hide, and he was afraid they might nip my fingers. 

Ethel. Thoughtful boy ! 

Clo. I am sure you are tired now, Anita. 

Anita. Signorina, I could stand till ze sun go down 
behind zat hill. {Enter, l., Nan, Hel., Mary, afid Lur., 
with pails.) 

Nan. We are going berrying. Come on, girls. 

Clo. {aside to Ethel). One of us had better stay, in case 
of news. 

Ethel. Very well. {Exeunt, R., all but Clo. and 
Anita.) 

Clo. There, dear, that will do. 

Anita {comijig forward and looking at sketch). Ah, 
signorina, zat is more beautiful zan I. 

Clo. It doesn't in the least do you justice. You are not 
over-tired ? 

Anita. When I can do anysing for you, I know not what 
**tired" means. 

Clo. Anita, how would you like to give up this wander- 
ing life of yours, and go to school ? 



22 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Anita. To school ! Leave my farzer and ze bear ! Leave 
ze free air and ze sunshine, and sit in a dark, dark room, away 
from everybody I loves ! 

Clo. You would see me often — 

Anita. Ah, zen — 

Clo. You love me a little ? 

Anita {kissing Clo.'s haiid'). More zan any one in ze 
world, except my farzer. 

Clo. 1 cannot bear to think that in a day or two you are 
to go back to your old hard life. 

Anita. Hard .? My life hard ? Yes, I grow weary at 
times. Ze way is long, and ze snow and ice of your winters, 
zay freeze my blood. But zen it is not always winter. 

Clo. No. 

Anita. And ze air of summer is so sweet. My farzer 
and I, we leave ze crowded city in ze early morning — so 
cool, so fresh. I sing for joy — I laugh, I dance. We eat 
our bread under ze shade of a tree. We give ze bear to eat. 
He so pleased ! he grunt — m — m — {hnitatcs dear.) 
We laugh, we sing ! 

Clo. And you would find it hard to give up all this .? 

Anita. Ah, yes. Even — even — to live near you. 
Listen ! I know a song tha- says what I have not ze words 
to say. A man who was good to me, he teach it to me. He 
say, " Little wild-flower, here is a song to match your eyes." 
He call it " The Transplanted Violet." (Anita takes tam- 
boui'ijie and strikes it.) 

Clo. (agitated). " The Transplanted Violet " ! 

Anita. Yes. He say he learn it from a beautiful young 
lady — but I know she could not be more beautiful zan you, 
signorina. 

(Anita sings to air, " Canadian Boat-Sojig.''') 

THE TRANSPLANTED VIOLET. 

The dews of morn and eve I miss, 
■ . Yet dewy fresh is my mistress' kiss ; 

The drops from out her gentle eyes 
Cool not like those from wild-wood skies. 
(Refrain.) Sweet are her lips, yet sweeter still 
Blossoms the wild rose on the hill. 

A flower is so frail a thing 

It shrinks from mortal suffering ; 



ANITA S TRIAL. 23 

Oh, bear me, lest I pine and die, 
Back to the sunshine and the sky. 
(^Refrain.) Fair are thy lips, yet fairer still 

Blossoms the wild rose on the hill. 

Clo. {as^itated^. Anita, what was the name of the gentle- 
man that taught you the song ? 

Anita. Oh, so long a name ! I forget. I calls him ze 
kind gentleman. 

Clo. What — what is his profession } 

Anita. Profession 1 

Clo. How does he earn his living? 

Anita. Ah, he is — what you call — advocat — 

Clo. a lawyer ? 

Anita. Surely, a lawyer. 1 know him zree, four years. 
Once my farzer lose money by a man who travel wiz us, and 
zis kind man — zis Mr. — 

Clo. Hamilton ? 

Anita {surprised^. Hamilton ! Zat is ze name. You 
know him, signorina ? 

Clo. I knew a Mr. Hamilton once — a lawyer. 

Anita. Ah, signorina — he is so good and noble, is he 
not .'* I loves him. My farzer love him. You love him, too? 

Clo. Go on, dear ! 

Anita. Ze bad man who travel wiz us steal money, and 
my farzer go to Mr. Hamilton, and he go to ze court and get 
back ze money, and ask my farzer nuzzing at all — oh, yes, 
he is a good man. 

Clo. That was just like him, Anita. 

Anita. If you know him, signorina, perhaps you tell me 
why he is often so sad. 

Clo. Is he sad 'i 

Anita. And when he was ill — 

Clo. 111? When?— where? Oh, Anita ! 

Anita. Zat is all past. He is well now, but when he was 
ill, I go to him and sing. He like to hear me sing. My 
farzer want to do somezing for him, and zat was all we could 
give. 

Clo. Was he very ill ? 

Anita. He was very ill, yes. But when he grow better, 
he talk wiz me, and he teach me zat song. Only last week 
he say — 

Clo. You saw him only last week ? What did he say ? 



24 ANITA S TRIAL. 

How did he look? You — you — heard his voice — took 
his hand, and — {Turns away.') 

Anita. I zay to him, " May ze saints give you all ze 
blessings of zis world," and he say — 

Clo. Go on, dear ! 

Anita. He say, "Ze blessing I most desire, Anita, zey 
not give." 

Clo. The blessing he most desires ? 

Anita. And I say — very bold — " Is ze blessing some 
beautiful lady ? " 

Clo. You said that ? 

Anita, And he say, "Yes, Anita — ze beautiful lady 
who used to sing zat song I teach you." 

Clo. {deeply vioved). You are sure he said that — 
{Aside.) He has not forgotten ine! 

Anita. Signorina, ze beautiful lady must have a hard heart 
not to love so kind and noble a gentleman. 

Clo. Not a hard heart, dear. Heaven knows — not a 
hard heart. {Takes clover frojn dress.) Shall you — do you 
expect ever — to see — him again, dear child .* 

Anita. Surely. 

(Clo. hands sprig.) 

Anita. Zis is for him .? 

Clo. Should you ever see him again, dear, you might — 
you might — 

Anita. And I say .? 

Clo. You may say — you may say — 

Anita. Zat ze beautiful signonna who used to sing ze 
song — 

Clo. No — say nothing, dear. Here, give me back the 
flower. 

Anita. No, no — zat leetle flower goes not back where it 
lay on your heart. 

Clo. Tell me again what he said about the song — 
whisper it. (Anita whispers in Clo.'s ear. Clo. throws 
a^-m around K^iTX and kisses her.) 

Clo. So he called you little wild-flower! You sang to 
him, you cheered him when he was ill, while I — And he is 
well now ? Quite well again 1 

Anita. Except ze wound zat will not heal. 

Clo. I think I should like to be alone a little while. I 
want to think. I may take back that clover, Anita. {Turns 
to go. Comes back.) You have the clover safe, Anita? 



ANITA S TRIAL. ±^ 

Anita. Very safe. 

Clo. I shall take it back — you may keep it a little 
while. (yTurns and cones back.) I shall come back soon 
for the clover, dear. You have it — safe ? 

Anita. Very safe. 

{Exit Clo., l.) 

Anita. Ze beautiful signorina of ze song and my beauti- 
ful signorina are one and ze same! Ah f to send him ze 
precious little messenger before she have time to take it 
back ! Alas, so far — my foot ! 

{Enter Dor., r., tvith basket of eggs.) 

Dor. Where shall I put these, Anita .? 

Anita {not perceiving her). Could I walk so far? 

Dor. Anita — say — I'm in a hurry. I'm goin' .o the 
city with father, with a load of garden sass. 

Anita. To ze city ? You go ? Listen, you write, Doro- 
thy ? 

Dor. Write? Of course, I can write. 

Anita. I not write. Here— wait {Goes to birch-tree^ 
and tears off bi?rh bark.) Now, a pencil — ah, here! 
(Takes pencil from Ci^O-'s sketching-box.) Write for me a 
little note, dear Dorothy ? 

Dor. You can't write ! 

Anita. No. Now write what I say. Let me zink. Ah, 
yes, "' Would you see — " 

T>OK. (writes). See — 

Anita. "Ze lady zat send you ze clover — " 

Dor. {writes). Clover — 

Anita. '' Come to ze norz end of Eagle Lake to-mor- 
row." 

Dor. {writes). To-morrow. What a funny letter, 
Anita. 

Anita. Sign it, "Anita." 

Dor. {writing). An-e-e-t-e-r— Anita. That don't look 
right, somehow. 

Anita (taking note). Now for ze clover. {Puts in 
clover., and folds birch-bark.) Now. ze address — " Mr. 
Hamilton — " 

Dor. {writes). Hamilton — 

Anita. "462 Dorchester St., City." 

Dor. {writing). Dorchester St. Who's Mr. Hamilton, 
Anita ? 

Anita. Here is money — two — zree cents. You buys 



26 Anita's trial. 

an envelope and a stamp, and you puts it in a letter-box. 
Yes .-^ — dear Dorothy .-^ {A'/sses /ler.) 

Dor. F'ather, he used to kiss me when I was little — I 
dunno but I kinder like it. 

Anita. And you forget not ze letter .'' 

Dor. No. Guess I won't forget it. {^Exit, r.) 

Anita. My beautiful signorina and ze kind, good gentle- 
man ! I loves zem boze and zay loves each ozer. He will 
come. {Exit, l.) 

{Enter Aunt M. a7id Mrs. P., r.) 

Mrs. p. I told you no good would come of it. 

Aunt M. I wouldn't have believed it ! 

Mrs. p. Them Italics will steal anythin' ! 

Aunt M. It will break Clover's heart. 

Mrs. p. It will larn her not to take so much stock in 
hand-kissin' and duckin'. 

Aunt M. Anita certainly has sweet ways. 

Mrs. p. I never could abide her. 
{Enter, R., Ethel, Kate, Lur., Mary, and Helen.) 

Ethel. It looks so like a thunder-storm, we gave up 
going berrying. 

Aunt M. {mysteriously). Girls, come here. 
{Girls cluster about Aunt M.) 

Mrs. p. I alwus told you so! 

Aunt M. Somebody, some wicked person has been steal- 
ing our provisions. 

Ethel. A reprobate chipmonk, probably. 

Aunt M. Ethel, it's no joking matter. The can of 
tongue is gone, and the jar of pickled pears ! 

Mary. Pickled pears gone! No, that's certainly not a 
joke. 

Aunt M. And a whole loaf of bread is gone, and a dozen 
eggs ! 

Mrs. p. Didn't I say so? 

Ethel. The chipmonk heard eggs were rising, ant' 
thought he'd lay in his winter supply. (Mrs. P. eyes Ethi l 
grimly, bnt says not/ti?ig.) 

Mary. Our last loaf of bread! 

Mrs. p. Oh, Til let you hev bread. 

Ethel. I hope it's nice heazy bread, Mrs. Pippin — too 
heavy for a chipmonk to carry off. 

Mrs. p. You'll find it heavier than some folks' brains. 

Ethel. Thanks. Yes, I believe I have rather a light 
amd delicate vein of humor. 



Anita's trial. 27 

is ^.onJ ^;,t h"'^' ''°''^ ^^ ^"' '^'' ^'"^^ fl'-^^k of brandy 
drofvrreci. ^''^ '"''^' "^' ^'"'"S in case Kate go't 

Ethel. Kate, we can't permit you to < et drowned now 
for we have no means of bringino- you to ' 

HhL. How inebriated that chipmonk will be ! 

Aimt M^h-Ir^'n ""? '""'^ '-^ '''''' ^ '^'''^' teetotaler before 
Aunt Matilda tlirew temptation in his way 

Clove?T ^^- ^^'" ^'°^' ""^'^'" ^^ ^^•"'^^'•^ ? Where's poor 

Mrs. p. No - 'tain't Clover, 
brandyf ■ ^^'' ^ ^"' ^^'^'^ ^''"^"'" '^^^"'^ been stealing 

Kate. I . . . 

Mary. [ ^"'^^ •' 

Hel. j 

Ethel. I don't believe it! 

Kate. . Impossible ! 

Mary. After all Clover has done for her ' 

Hel. Poor Clover, indeed ' 

Mrs. p. Didn't I tell you.? 

iuT/J" P Q?^ 'I'""^- '^°^-' '^'^ ^° ''''^^ the thing.! ? 
Ko . ;; 'm, ^''? ''''"^■' '^'"- ^nd when her father comes 

la.s?caHca,uJe':ft;r" '° P-""« ->■"'-§ q-crer .l,an your 
Nan. IVe been developing a photograph I look this 

Mrs. p. Lor'! I hope it didn't hurt 'em ! 

t;n^^^%N "'^" ''"f ^ ^'"''^ • ^""'^ ^°ok ! The girl is indis- 
tmct._ She s got a shawl over her head, - only their heads 
are visible, on account of the shrubs. ^ 

Ethel The man's face is clear enough. 

HEL. What a handsome fellow ! 

Kate. Not half as handsome as Harry ' 



2^ Anita's trial. 

Ethel. Oh, we all know there's only one Harry ! But 
what big, bold, bad, black eyes he has ! 

Nan. Who do you suppose they are ? 

Hel. That shawl over her head's just like Anita's ! 

Ethel. You horribly observing child ! So it is ! 

Kate. It really is ! 

Mrs. P. Of course, it's Anita ! Didn't I say so ? That 
man's her 'complice. She gives him the tongue and brandy. 
That's why he's grinning at her so. Lureller Ann, you've 
sharp eyes. Thet's Anita clear enough, ain't it .'' 

LuR. {confused). It dqes — look like — her — her shawl. 

Ethel. I declare, I could cry. I'm so disappointed in 
that child. {Whistle heard without. Lur. starts.) 

Nan. That strange bird again! Poor Clover! Here 
she comes now. {Enter Clo. atid Anita, l., hand in hand, 
down L.) 

Aunt JVI. {to l. c. ; severely). Clover, let go that girl's 
hand ! 

Mrs. p. (r., to Anita). The canned tongue you stole — 

Aunt M. And the eggs — 

Mrs. p. Them pickled pears — 

Aunt M. And the brandy ! 

Clo. (l., puttino; arm about Anita). What do you 
mean by accusing Anita of such things ? 

Mrs. p. And to kerry 'em to that feller — 

Clo. What do you mean ? (Aunt M. whispers in Clo.'s 
ear.) 

Mrs. p. {showing photograph). Did you ever see that 
feller before ? (Anita to r. c.) 

Anita {starting back). Pietro ! 

Mrs. p. I mistrusted that 'ud fetch her. 

Anita (/;/ great excitenie?it). Ze picture — quick — show 
me once more ! 

Mrs. p. I don't trust you with it. {Holds it while 
Anita looks.) 

Clo. {taking Anita's hand). Do you know this man ? 

Anita. Alas ! 

Clo. Answer me truly, Anita. 

Anita. What shall I say ? 

Clo. The truth. Tell me — what is the mystery about 
this man .-^ You know him ? 

Anita {struggling with herself). Yes. 

Mrs. p. She can't deny it. 



ANITAS TRIAL. 29 

Clo. What is the mystery, dear ? 
Anita. Alas ! You so good, you not understand. 
Clo. Tell me everything, Anita. 

Anita. I cannot — I dare not! {Peal of thunder. It 
begins to grow dark.) 
"Ethel. The storm is most here ! 
Aunt M. We'd better go to the farmhouse. 
Kate. Yes, hurry ! 

AuNx M. Come, Clover, I want your arm. 
Mary. What a crash ! 
Clo. {to Anita). Tell me everything, Anita. I implore 



you 



Anita. Alas! I cannot — I cannot ! 

Aunt M. Hurry, Clover ! 

Clo. Anita, come ! {Exeunt all but Anita and Lur., r.) 

Anita {clutching Lur. by wrist). Now, tell me all you 
know ! 

Lur. Don't be so fierce — you frighten me ! 

Anita. It was you — you in my shawl zat is here in ze 
picture ! 

Lur. You won't tell on me — oh, Anita! 

Anita. And if I should tell — would zey believe me 
against you ? — ze tramp against ze daughter of pious 
people .'* 

Lur. How come you to know Pietro ? 

Anita. How come. you to know Pietro? 

Lur. He's in trouble — I don't know what. He's been 
hiding in the woods these two weeks. He pretends he's a 
hermit. I carry him food. He's the son of an Italian 
nobleman. 

Anita. An Italian nobleman! His farzer is a beggar in 
ze streets of Rome ! 

Lur. You don't know anything about it. 

Anita. Say ! He promise to marry you ? 

Lur. Yes — 

Anita. He want to marry me once. 

Lur. I don't believe it ! 

Anita. You wish to know why he hide here? You 
promise never tell what I tell you ? 

Lur. He's hiding here to be near me. 

Anita. Why comes he not forward and ask your farzer 
for you as should an honest man ? 

Lur. He's poor. He's waiting for money. His father's 



30 ANITAS TRIAL. 

an Italian duke, but he's a bad man, and Pietro won't live 
with him. 

Anita. It must be a bad man Pietro cannot live wiz. 
Pietro in trouble — Pietro hiding ! Tell me, speaks ze 
newspapen. of a robbery of a bank in ze city ? 

LuR. Mother was readin' this morning about the big rob- 
i)ery of the National Bank. Five hundred dollars reward for 
discovering the thief. But what has that to do with Pietro? 

Anita. Pietro was ze man. 

LuR. That's a lie! You are making it up! 

Anita. Two weeks already he hide here ? Ah, yes, he 
hide here before, to be near ze city and find a safe place. 
Ah, Pietro — Pietro ^- once you was so kind and good ! 

LuR. YouVe making it all up! You're jealous because 
he loves me. You love him yourself! 

Anita. Love him! I hate him as I hate a snake under 
my foots ! 

LuR. If you hate him, then why don't you tell on him 
and get the reward .'' 

AiSiiTA (^//rusting LvR. ojf). You say zat to me? Me? 
Tell of Pietro? Give him to ze police ? 

LuR. You said you hated him. 

Anita. Deliver up one of us? For zree year he travel 
wiz my farzer and me, and many ze time he carry me in his 
arms. I was a child zen. He was kind. Who is not kind 
to a child ? He has shared wiz me his last crust. 

LuR. (^weeping). I knew he was generous and noble. 

Anita. But when I grew up he want to marry me. I 
-would not. Oh, he say sweet sings wiz zose black eyes. He 
say zem to you ? 

LUR. He says he loves me. 

Anita. A monts ago he swear he love me. He need to 
eat and to drink. Zat is why he say he love you. You 
bring him food. 

LuR. I hate you. 

Anita. He make you promise tell no one where he hide. 
Ah, yes — yes. 

LuR. I won't stay and listen to you another minute, 

Anita. Until I see ze picture I know not where Pietro 
was. Two weeks ago he say to my farzer, " Come, zare is 
gold to have from zat bank, if one has but courage." But 
my farzer say, " No, I am hanest man." Now comes ze 
news of ze robbery of ze bank. Zat was Pietro. 



ANITA S TRIAL. 3 I 

LUR. It's all a lie ! 

Anita. You believe me not ? I swear it is true. Trust 
my warning. Give up zis man ! 

LuR. Never! 

Anita. P'or ze sake of ze sweet signorina who is so good 
to us all. 

LuR. Never ! 

Anita. For ze sake of your mozer — of your farzer ; for 
ze sake of your soul ! 

LUR. Never — never ! I love him, and he loves me. 
(^Tears hand away from Anita, and rushes off stage.) 

Anita. Poor girl — poor girl! I love her not, but who 
could help pity one who hopes for happiness wiz Pietro 1 
What to do ! Could I but tell my dear signorina ? No — 
no. I dare not, even to say it was not I carry off ze food. 
Should zey discover it was Lurella, zey go find him. Zey 
deliver him to ze police ; he pine and die in ze dark prison, 
away from ze sun and ze sky, and once he was so good to us 
— my farzer and me. As a child, I loved him. Oh, signo- 
rina, it make my heart to ache zat you sink me wicked I 
What to do ! {Pauses ; thunder.) Zere is but one way. 
I go to Pietro. I say. You leave zis poor girl in peace, or I 
go tell ze police where you hide. I sreaten him — zen he 
leave ze place. {Turns to go., returns., stretches out arms.) 
Ah, so happy was I here, and to leave disgraced! {Takes 
wreath of leaves that ChO. had worn f}-ofn branch where it 
hangs, folds, and places it in bosom.) Zat I take in remem- 
brance of her who was to me an angel of goodness. {Moi'cs 
a little way. Thunders. Anita shudders.) So dark — ze 
zunder — ze storm — Pietro ! 1 tremble! But why fear .^ 
Nozing will harm me. Courage, Anita, courage ! {Exit.) 

Curtain. 



32 ANITA S TRIAL. 



ACT III. 

Scene. — The same. Moonlight. Ethel, Nan, Kate, 
Mary, and Helen grouped abotU^ singing. Air, ^''For- 
saken, forsaken.'^ 

Oh, spirit of silence, 

Oh, hush of the night ; 
Dim, shadowy forest. 

Orbed moon on thy height ; 
Oh, swift, scudding cloud- wraith, 

Oh, mists of the lake, 
Your mysteries tell us. 

Your silences break ! 

A voice from the forest. 

Mysterious, dread ; 
The branches are swaying 

And whispering overhead ; 
I listen T— I sluidder — 

I flee from their shade ; 
Oh, keep thou thy secrets. 

Thou dim woodland glade ! 

Ethel. What a lugubrious strain! It quite gives one 
the blues ! 

Kate. How Harry's tenor used to come out on " A 
voice from the forest, mysterious, dread ! " 

Nan. Don't say "used" in such a heart-rending way, 
Kate. Harry will be singing it with us to-morrow evening. 

Ethel {aside). Poor Harry ! 

Kate. Who said, "Poor Harry"? I certainly heard 
some one sigh and say, " Poor Harry " ! 

Ethel. Only a "voice from the forest, mysterious, 
dread ! " There, those dishes aren't washed up yet. Ho, for 
some hot water. {Aside.) It's safer to beat a retreat 
{Exit, L.) 

Kate. Ethel is certainly not herself. I've noticed it 
before. Do you suppose — 

Nan. No, I don't suppose — if you mean that you think 
she's in love. 

Hel. That's what brides always are supposing. 



33 

{Enter Ethel, l., with fiyiiio-pan full of waier^ 

Kate. Oh, would you mind if I did a little writing? 
There are so many of you to wash. {Sits down, l., with 
pencil and paper. ^ 

Ethel {washing dishes'). Washing dishes in a running 
brook may be more romantic, but for a steady diet give me 
a frying-pan full of lukewarm water. (Nan, Mary, a)id 
Hel. wipe dishes.) 

Nan {wiping dishes). And Clovers painting-apron, in- 
stead of burdock leaves. 

Ethel. Certainly. The advantages of a painting-apron 
are that it ornaments our china so ta'stefully with streaks of 
green and chrome yellow. 

Nan. Where's Lurella .? 

Mary. Gone to prayer meeting. 

Ethel. Lurella's always at prayer meeting when there's 
any dish-washing going on. 

Hel. You haven't half washed that cup. 

Ethel. Never mind, it's clean enough for Nan. 

Nan {calling). Kate — Kate ! 

Ethel, "i 

Nan. I J. , 

Mary. \ ^^^^^ ' 

Hel. J 

Kate {coming np). Oh, did you speak .'^ 

Ethel. You are ruining your eyes ! 

Nan. Besides, Harry will never get that letter ; he'll be 
here early to-morrow. 

Kate {coming forward). Oh, it's not a letter; it's my 
diary. Harry and I promised each other to write down every 
single thing that we did, or thought, or — 

Nan. Ate. 

Ethel. And then you'll sit down, hand in hand, under 
the willow and read it to one another. 

Nan. How touching ! 

Kate. Nan, you're so unsympathetic. I do'n't see how 
you ever came to be Harry's sister. 

Ethel. Yes, Nan, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, 
particularly as you know you're dying to go and do like- 
wise. 

Kate. Oh, you needn't talk. You are twice as bad as 
Nan. 

Ethel, The ingratitude of brides ! No, Mary, I won't 
wash that knife again ! 



34 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Kate. Where's Clover? 

Mary. Gone to the Pippins for milk. 

Hel. Mrs. Pippin is making her fortune out of us. 

Kate. Poor Clover ! She's so cut up about Anita. 

Hel. I know it. 

Nan. And for Anita to vanish so at the last, w^ithout so 
much as " Thank you," after all Clover's kindness. 

Hel. She had the grace to be ashamed of her conduct. 

Ethel. Finis! {Carries off fry hi o-pa?i, i..) 

Nan. {inakiiig ball of apron). Who's for a game of 
ball? 

Kate. I can't say I'm in the mood. 

Hel. Nor I. 

Mary. Anita has spoiled everything. 

(Ethel enters^ l., with frying-pati, which she haiigs on 
a tree.) 

Nan. Ethel, the girls are low-spirited. Can't you cheer 
them up a bit with one of your enlivening ghost stories ? 

Mary and Hel. Oh, do ! 

Kate. I wish Harry were here ! He tells such ghost 
stories. 

Ethel. Do you wish your blood curdled? All right. 
{Sits dow?t, R. Girls cluster about.) Once upon a time 
there was a ghost. 

Nan. What style of ghost ? 

Ethel. A most unpleasant ghost. You could see right 
through him. and he wore a clanking chain attached to his 
left ankle. He spent last winter in this camp. By the way 
{lowers voice), what's that white thing there ? 

Kate. Oh, where ? Wliat? 

Ethel. Oh, it's only a white birch.— And slept in Kate's 
corner of our hut. 

Kate {nervoiisly coining from l.) Oh, don't, Ethel ! 

Ethel. Though he usually preferred suspending himself 
by his chain, to a branch of that pine, and swinging upside 
down in the wintry blasts. 

Nan. rd like to have taken his photograph. 

Ethel. That's precisely why he decided not to spend the 
summer with us. He heard Nan was coming with her 
camera, hadn't pocket money enough to buy her off. Ghosts 
never have any pockets, you know. Stole Deacon Pippin's 
Sunday coat and best beaver, and settled down in the old log 
hut, and gave out he was a hermit. He nurses a most undy- 
inof hate to Nan. 



Anita's trial. ^5 

Kate. What's that noise ? 

Mary. It sounded like a sigh. 

Hel. The woods are aHve to-night. 

Kate. I sha'nt sleep a wink ! {Enter Clo. and Mrs. 
P., R.) 

Mrs. p. Where's Lureller Ann ? 

Ethel. Gone to prayer meeting. 

Mrs. p. Prayer meetin' .? I'd forgot there was prayer 
meetin' to-night. 

Mary. Oh, yes — Lurella has been gone some time. 

Kate {puitingarni round Clo.)- You mustn't take it to 
heart, dear. 

Clo. If she would only have confided in me. 

Mrs. p. {picking up Kate's hat). That ain't such an 
ugly bunnit, now. 

Kate. My husband thinks it very becoming. 

Mrs. p. Some folks sets so much store on bunnits. I've 
a cousin merried to a lighthouse keeper on an island. She 
don't see a buddy from one year's end to another, but she 
will have her spring bunnit reg'lar. Says she couldn't 
sleep nights if she didn't kinder feel she had one round. 
But I must be lookin' up Lureller Ann. {E?iier Aunt M. 
fro?n tent.) 

Aunt M. Come, girls, it's time to go to bed. 

Mrs. p. I'd just hke to know what's become of Lureller 
Ann. Is the deacon anywheres round .^ 

Aunt M. I've just been talking with him. He's mending 
the fire. {Exit Mrs. P., R.) 

Nan. Tumble in, girls. 

Clo. How late Lurella is ! 

Ethel. She'll soon turn up. 

Kate. Aunt Matilda, Ethel has been telling the most 
horrible ghost story ! She says a ghost slept all last winter 
in my corner of the hut. 

Aunt M. Ethel is a naughty child. 

Ethel. Is that all the thanks I get for trying to cheer 
you up ? 

Kate. If only Harry were here! (Aunt M. goes into 
tent. Girls wrap themselves in blaiikets and lie down in 
lean-to?) 

Ethel. Don't walk all over my pillow. Nan. 

Nan. Keep your pillow from under my feet, then. 

Hel. Oh, I'm lying in a horrid rut. 



36 Anita's trial. 

Clo. Change places with me. 

Kate. Or me. 

Ethel. Don't you do it, Helen. Kate's corner is 
haunted. A rut is ever so much better company than a 
ghost. 

Clo. The next person that mentions the word ghost is 
to be fined. 

Mary. You are taking all the covers. 

Nan. I wish you'd be still! I want to go to sleep! 

Aunt M. {poking head out). Girls, go to sleep! 

Girls. Yes'm, we're going. (^Silence for a moment.} 

Ethel (popping head up). I'm dying of hunger. 

Clo. There's a cracker in my pocket. 

Ethel. I hate crackers out of pockets. 

Clo. It's all I have to offer you. 

Ethel. Well, seeing it's your pocket, Clover. If it had 
been Nan's, now, nothing would have induced me. 

Nan {sleepily). Give her a soft cracker. Crisp ones 
make such a horrid crunching. 

Ethel. Nan's recalling how Kate and Harry used to 
steal out at midnight and sit before the fire eating soft 
crackers, so as not to disturb any one. 

Clo. I am sure it was very considerate of them. 

Nan. Oh, Ethel! You're trickling cracker crumbs all 
down my nose ! 

Aunt M. {from tent). Girls, go to sleep ! 

Ethel. I'm trying to, Aunt Matilda, but Nan won't let 
me ! Nan — Aunt Matilda says you — ahem ! — snore so 
she can't sleep. {Silence for a momefit.) Dropping off one 
by one! Stupid things! I'm not a bit sleepy. Not one — 
{ya7vns)h\\.. I think I'll stay awake — {yawns) all night. 
There may be a belated telegram. How the leaves rustle — 
how queer — {yaiu/is tremendously) how queer — the — 
the — {Sinks down. Silence. All sleep but Y^kty.^ 

Kate {rising softly and coining down). I can't sleep. I 
wonder what Harry is doing now ! Never a letter or a tele- 
gram. It seems as if I couldn't wait till to-morrow. If 
only I might run down to the willow, and see if there isn't 
by any chance a last year's note stowed away there. But 
no, he told me not to. He said an owl might be hidden in 
the hole, and would peck at my hand. Owls have sharp 
beaks. There's one flying past now ! How his eyes gleamed 
in the firelight ! Towhit — towhoo — towhoo ! Why, if they 



ANITA S TklAL. 37 

are flying abroad, their nest must be empty. Now is just the 
time to go and see. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind my going 
when they are not at home. I wonder if I dare. The woods 
look so mysterious. I wish Ethel hadn't told that ghost 
story. I like ghost stories at the time — but afterwards ! It 
isn't far. (S/ea/s to wing, L.) How the lake shines in the 
moonlight ! Oh, if I could but find the smallest, tiniest scrap 
his hand had written. I will go — I will — {Exit, i.., rjm- 
nifig.) 

{Enter LuR., R.) 

LuR. And Anita was right, after all. I saw him — I 
heard him. I couldn't understand what they was saying — 
but I saw him try to kiss her — and she pushed him off, and 
I waited and waited, and he didn't come as he promised. 
And he has such beautiful black eyes, and such soft ways. 
And he said he was the son of a duke — just like in all the 
novels I ever read. And he told me he'd take me to Italy, 
and I should live in a palace, and wear a silk dress everyday, 
and jewels more'n I could count, and ride out with ten white 
horses, and coachman and footmen. And it's all a lie ! {C?y 
heard without, theft, a shot. Anita rushes in, r. Another 
shot. Anita falls to ground, c. LuR. rushes to her.) 

LuR. She is dead ! 

Clo. {sitting up). What is it ? 

Ethel and Nan {sitting up). Who's calling ? 

Aunt M. {appearing at tent). Who's there ? 

{All rise and ?'u ft forward towards Anita.) 

LuR. {wringing hands). She's dead! 

Clo. {kneeling down, c). Blood ! — quick ! — water ! 
{Exit Ethel, l.) 

LuR. (r. c). She's dead, and it's all my fault ! 

Clo. Stand back, girls — 

Nan (r. c). Yes, don't crowd so. 

Clo. She wants air. {Enter Y.thkl,!.., with water.) A 
couple of handkerchiefs — quick ! 

Anita. Pietro — Pietro — per I'amore di Dio ! 

LuR. Oh, what is she saying ! 

Nan. She hasn't come to yet. She's talking in her own 
language. 

Anita {sitting up). Where is he ? — where is he ? 

Clo. There's no one here to be afraid of, dear. 

Anita. Pietro — ze pistol — he shoot — I run — I fall — 
where is Lurella ? 



38 Anita's trial. 

Clo. Here is Lurella. 

LuR. Oh. Anita ! 

Anita. You believe now he bad man ? 

LuR. Oh, Anita — yes — yes! 

Aunt M. (c, exai?iiniiig a wound in Anita's ar7fi). 
Thank goodness, it's only a scratch, any way. 

Clo. {binding a?'m^. Such a narrow escape ! 
{Enter Mrs. P., r.) 

Mrs. p. {doivn r.). What's all this rumpus ? 

Nan. Some one's been shooting Anita. 

Aunt M. What does it all mean .? 

Mrs. p. They's mischief brewin'. Look here ! {Un- 
folds paper.) Where's Kate Fortescue .^ 

All. Why, where is Kate 1 

Mrs. p. Don't you let her escape. Hear this ! It was 
in the papers this mornin', only no name was mentioned. 
{Reads.) '• Farther developments of the atrocious robbery 
of the National Bank point at Harry Fortescue as having 
been in connivance. The papers are supposed to be in the 
hands of his wife, who left the city just before the discovery 
of the robbery. Five hundred dollars reward for discovery 
of the thief." 

{Enter Kate, l., with papers.) 

Aunt M. The bank robbed ! 

Hel. and Mary {up r.). Harry accused! 

Nan. Give me that lying sheet ! 

Ethel {to Clo.). It's all out now ! 

Mrs. p. In the hands of his wife .f* Where's his wife? 
There she is ! {Jvnns l, to Kate.) Give up them papers ! 
Your husband stole 'em ! 

Kate {Jiiding papers). Go away — it isn't true — what 
are you talking about? 

Mrs. p. Give up them papers! 

Clo. Let the child alone, Mrs. Pippin. Kate, dear, this 
is only a lying report of the newspapers. Harry will be 
cleared before another day breaks. 

Mrs. p. Let her show the papers ! 

Kate (/^ Clo.). It's nothing — an old letter I found in the 
old hollow willow. 

Ethel {to Clo.). What could Harry have meant by 
insisting she mustn't go. to the willow ? 

Mrs. p. {snatching papers). ■ Love letters, is it? {Show- 
i7ig papers.) National Bank notes ! 



Anita's trial. 39 

Kate {falling on knee before Clo.)- Send her away ! 
What does it all mean? , . , u i r 

Mrs. p. "The papers are thought to be in the hands ot 
his wife." H"m ! I knew there was mischief brewin' from 
the first. Didn't he say in his telegram, " Don't poke your 
hand into the old wilier ! " That put me on the scent, and 
I've been pryin' round myself, but I couldn't find the hole. 

Y^KTY. {moaning). Go away! Send that dreadtul woman 

away ! 

Mrs. p. Lureller Ann, get up! I don't want you to 
hold that thievin' gypsy's hand. She's in the plot, too. 

LUR. {rising). It's my hand ain't fit to hold hers ! 

Mrs. p. What ! _ , .r. a 

LuR. The man that shot Anita and the man that robbed 
the bank was the one I promised to marry ! 

All. What ! 

Mrs. p. You promised to merry ? 

LuR. {to Kate). Don't you be weepin' there — your 
husband's all right— ,. , r • . ^ t 

Kate {starting up, c). Do you thmk for one mstant i 

suspected Harry ! . , . , , x.- i 

Anita. Ah, Lurella, speak! I shield Pietro no longer. 

Ethel. Who was it, Lurella ? 

LuR. The hermit. 

Aunt M. The hermit ! 

LuR. He ain't no hermit. He's a wicked scoundre ! 
He's been livin' in the woods. I kerried him food. I stole 
your tongue and your brandy, not Anita. 

Ethel. Dear httle Anita ! ^ u -^ i • 

LuR. I meant to pay vou back in the end. hie saia nis 
father was an Itahan duke. He was going to marry me. 
I'd be a duchess — and we'd be rich some time. 

Mrs p. What'll the deacon say? He's gone to prayer 
meetin' to fetch yer, Lureller Ann. He thinks you re to 
praver' meetin'. . , a • 2 

Ethel. But what has he to do with Anita t 

LuR He used to travel round with Anita and her father 
and the bear. He made love to Anita, but she wouldn t 

'^Clo!"^ But what made you think he robbed the bank ? 
LuR. He told Anita he was goin' to. 
Anita. He beg my farzer help him, but my farzer honest 
man. 



40 ANITA S TRIAL. 

Clo. Why did you not confide in me, Anita? 
Anita. He was a friend in ze old days, and it is not so 
easy to betray a friend, signorina. 

Clo. I never doubted you for one instant, Anita. 
Ethel, "i 

mIry. > ^°'-^^^ ^" ^"' ^^^^^• 

Hel. J 

Anita. It was not strange you sink me wicked. 

Clo. But how came he to shoot you ? 

Anita. I shreaten him. I say, "You leave zis poor girl 
in peace, or I tell ze police where you hide." 

Clo. That was bold, Anita. 

Anita. At first he not believe me — he say sweet 
sings — he ask me to fly wiz him, and be happy wiz ze 
money he steal. 

LuR. And you ? 

Anita. I push him away — he grow angry — I shreaten 
him again — he pull out his pistol — I run — he fire — again 
he fire — I fall — oh, signorina ! 

Mrs. p. And to think of all the prayer meetin's I've sent 
you to, Lureller Ann ! 

(LuR. hangs head.) 

Clo. (^putting a?'vi about LuR.). Lurella is not going to 
read any more of those trashy dime novels that put these 
foolish ideas into her head. 

LuR. {weepmg). I don't deserve you should be so good 
to me. 

{Ente?- Dor., r., rimnmg.) 

Mrs. p. Why, Dorothy, ain't you to bed yet? 

Dor. (c). a boy from the office just cum tearing along 
with this. {Gives telegram to Clo.) 

Kate. Oh, quick. Clover ! 

Clo. {reading telegra?n). " Have engaged Hamilton as 
Harry's counsel." 

Nan. What Hamilton? That young lawyer you used to 
know ? 

Clo. It must be. 

Kate. Oh, hurry ! 

Clo. " Hamilton suspects Italian Pietro Filippo. Harry 
out on bail. Expect us Thursday evening." 

Kate. To-night ! 

Ethel. Where can they be ! 



ANITAS TRIAL. 4I 

(Anita rises and looks off stage, l.) 

Anita. Someone at ze old willow — he stoop — he put 
his hand in ze hole ! 

LUR. {looking). Pietro ! 

Aunt M. What's he after ? 

Ethel. Why, the money he hid there. 

Kate. These papers! 'Oh, Harry, Harry! That any 
one should have dared to suspect you !' 

Anita. Some one comes along ze pass — two — sree — 

LuR. Father's one. 

Ethel. Fred another. 

Kate {rapturously). There's Harry! 

Clo. The fourth is — 

Anita, Mr. Hamilton ! 

Ethel. Oh, Clover — Clover! 

Clo. Anita — quick ! Give back that clover I gave 
you I 

Anita. Too late. 

Clo. Too late ! 

Anita. It is ze clover brought Mr. Hamilton. 

Clo. What do you. mean .^ 

Anita. A little bird carry it to him. 

Clo. Anita! 

Anita. Ah, zey see Pietro — Pietro sees zem not. Sail 
I call to him .^ Sail I warn him .^ Mr. Hamilion, he know 
Pietro; he suspect him {Begins calling.) Pietro! 

Kate {putting hand over Anita's vioutli). Be still. 
Do you wish Harry to suffer, cind that wretch to escape? 

Anita. Pardon, I sought zen but of ze old Pietro. who 
was a friend. 

Ethel. They recognize him ! Mr. Hamilton collars 
him ! 

{A shot.) 

Nan. He's firing! 

{Another shot.) 

Ethel. He's escaped! 

Nan. I'heyVe after him ! 

Anita. Mr. Hamilton aims his pistol. 
{Another shot.) 

LUR. Pietro's frightened ; throws up his arms — 

Ethel. He surrenders ! 

LuR. They've got him ! 

Kate. Harry's saved ! 



42 



ANITA S TRIAL. 



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THE CLEFT STICK. A Comedy in 3 Acts. 

5 male, 3 female char. 

COUSIN TOM. A Comedietta in 1 Act. 

By Geo. Roberts. 3 male, 2 female char. 

DAMON AND PYTHIAS. A Farce. 6 

male, 4 feinule char. 

DANDELION'S DODGES. A Farce in 1 

Act, By T. J. Williams. 4 male, 2 femate char. 

THE DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT. 

A Drama in 2 Acts. By Edward Fitxball. (j male, 

2 female char. 

DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND. An Interlude 

in 1 Act. Bv W. H. iMurray. 10 male, 1 female. 

DONE ON iBOTH SIDES. A Farce iu 1 

Act. By J. M. Morton. 3 mala, 2 female char. 

DON'T JUDGE BY APPEARANCES. A 

FarceinlAct. By J. M. Morton. 3 male, 2 female. 

DORA. A Pastoral Drama in 3 Acts. By 

Chas. Reade. 5 male, 2 famaie char. 

A DOUBTFUL VICTORY. A Comedy in 

1 Act. 3 male, 2 female char. 

DUNDUCKETTY'S PICNIC. A Farce in 1 

Act. Bv r. J. Williams. 6 male, 3 female char. 

EAST L'YNNE. A Drama iu 5 Acts. 8 

male. 7 female char. ■^ 

GASPARDO THE GONDOLIER. A Drama 

.aSActs. Bv George Almir. 10 malo, 2 female. 

GIVE A DOG A BAD NAME. A Farce. 

2 male, 2 female char. 

THE HIDDEN HAND. A Drama in 5 Acts. 

Bv Robert Jones. lt> male, 7 female char. 

HIT HIM, HE HAS NO FRIENDS. A 

Farce in 1 Act. By E. ^ates and N. H. Harrington. 
7 male, 3 female char. 

A HUSBAND TO ORDER. A Serio-comic 

Drama in 2 Acts. 5 male, 3 female char. 

I'VE WRITTEN TO BROWNE., A Farce 

in 1 Act. Bvl'. J. Williams. 4 male, 3 female char. 

JOHN DOBBS. A Farce in 1 Act. By 

J. M. Morton. 5 male, 2 female char. 

J0HNW0PP3. A Farce in 1 Act. By 

W. E. Suter. 4 male, 2 female char. 

THE LOST CHILDREN. A .Musical En- 

tertainment in 5 Acts. By Mrs. Le\iis Jervey. 8 
male, 5 female char., an<l chorus. 

LOOK AFTER BROWN. A Farce in 1 Act. 

By George A. Stuart, M.D. 6 male, 1 fomali char. 

LOST IN LONDON. A Drama in 3 Acts. 

6 male, 4 female char. 



LYING WILL OUT, A Comedy in 4 Acts. 

By H. Pelham Cur'is. 6 male, 4 female char. 

MADAM IS ABED. A Vaudeville in 1 Act. 

2 male, 2 female char. 

MARY MOO ; or, Which Shall I Marry? 

A Farce in 1 Act. By W. E. Suter. 2 male, 1 fern. 

MONSEIGHEUR. A Drama in 3 Acts. By 

'I'homas Archer. 1.5 male, 3 fema'e char. 

MY PRE CIOUS BETSY. A Farce in 1 Act. 

By J. M. Morton. 4 male, 4 female char. 

MY TURN NEXT.' A Farce in 1 Act. By 

T. J. Williams. 4 male, 3 female char. 

NICHOLAS FLAM. A C;omedy in 2 Acts. 

Bv .1. B. Buckstone. 5 male, 3 female char. 

NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T 

Hoar. A Comedietta In 1 Act. By H. P. Curtis. 2 
male, 2 female char. 

NURSEY CHICK WEED. A Farce in 1 Act. 

By T. , I. Williams. 4 male, 2 female char. 

OLD HONESTY. A Comic Drama in 2 

Acts. Bv ■I'- M. Morton. 5 male, 2 female char. 

ONLY A "CLOD. A Comic Drama in 1 Act. 

Bv J. P. Simpson. 4 male, 1 female char. 

PAYABLE ON DEMAND. A Domestic 

Drama in 2 Acts. 7 male, 1 female char. 

THE PHANTOM BREAKFAST. A Farco 

in 1 Act. By Chas. Selby. 3 male, 2 female char. 

rUTKINS; Heir to Castles in the Air. 

A Comic Drama in 1 Act. By W. R. Emerson. 2 
male, 2 female char. 

THE QUEEN'S HEART, A Comedy in 3 

Acts. 5 male, 4 female char. 

A RACE FOR A WIDOW- A Farce, in 1 

Act. By T. J. Williams. 5 male, 4 female char. 

SARAH'S YOUNG MAN. A Farce in J 

Act. By W. E. Suter. 3 male, 3 female char 

THE SCARLET LETTER. A Drama in 3 

Acts, b m:ile, 7 female char. 

SILVERSTONE'S WAGER. A Comedi- 

etta in 1 Act. By H. R.Andrew*. 4 male, 3 female. 

A SLICE OF LUCK. A Farce in 1 Act. 
By J. M. Morton. 4 male, 2 female char. 

SMASHINGTON GOIT. A Farce in 1 Act, 

By T. J. Williams. 5 male, 3 female char. 

A SOLDIER, A SAILOR, A TINKER, 

and a Til i lor. A Farce in 1 .A.ct. 4 male, 2 female. 

SUNSHINE THROUGH THE CLOUDS. 

A Drama in 1 Att. By Siingsby Lawrence. 3 male, 

3 female char. 

TRUE UNTO DEATH. A DTama in 2 Acts. 

By J. Sheridan Knowles. 6 male, 2 female char. 

THE TURKISH BATH. A Farce in 1 Act. 

By Montague Williams and F. C. Burnand. 6 male, 
1 female char. 

TWO GENTLEMEN IN A FIX. A Farce 

in 1 Act. By W. E. Suter. 2 male char. 

TWO HEADS BETTER THAN ONE. A- 

Faroe in 1 Act. Bv Lenox Home. 4 male, 1 female. 

THE TWO PUDDIFOOTS. • A Farce in 1 

Act. Bv J- M. Morton. 3 male, 3 female char. 

AN UGLY CUSTOMER. A Farce in 1 Act. 

Bv Thomas J. Williams. 8 male, 2 female char. 

UNCLE ROBERT. A Comedy in 3 Acts. 

By H. P. <'urti3. 6 male. 2 female char. 

A VERY PLEASANT EVENING. A Farce 

in 1 Act. Bv W. E. Suter. 3 male char. 

THE WELSH GIRL. A Comedy in 1 Act. 

Bv Mrs. Blanche. 3 male, 2 female char. 

WHICH WILL HAVE HIM? A Vaude- 

ville. 1 male. 2 female char. 

THE WIFE'S SECRET. A Play in 5 Acts. 

Bv Geo. W. Eovell. 10 male, 2 female char. 

YOUR LIFE'S IN DANGER, A Tarce in 

1 Act. By J. M. Morton. 3 male, 8 female char. 



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